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It's Probably Nothing...	By : Synvamp Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 5561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You said it’s your watch right?” Zoro’s voice floated down.

The swordsman had clambered up the ladder to the crow’s nest first and Sanji was slightly distracted by the sight of his ass ascending into the deep lavender sky. With only the slight waft of cigarette smoke in the air, he followed the over-keen swordsman up. He managed to climb, talk and smoke at the same time, which isn’t as easy as it sounds when an incredible ass distracts you.

“I don’t think this is a good idea…” Sanji trailed off.

It really is a great ass...

Zoro had no shirt on; the muscles of his back moved like cloth in the dying light as he climbed higher. Now that the cook thought about it, it was hard to remember a time when Zoro had ever worn a shirt. His regular memories had been completely replaced with much hotter ero-memories of Zoro. Weird. The swordsman shimmied up the steep ladder with ease. Even though he was heavily built and lazy as a puddle, he could still move with surprising speed and grace when he wanted to. And he wanted to.

At the top of the ladder, there was a cross beam attached to the mast that the mainsail unfurled from. Zoro stood on it and stared down at the blond who was obviously taking far too much time for his liking (if the gestures of ‘hurry up’ were anything to go by).

“Yeah, yeah…” Sanji laughed at Zoro’s enthusiastic waving.

The cook finally pulled himself level and Zoro threw open the trapdoor to the crow’s nest above. He indicated with one hand,

“You first.”

“Hell no!” Sanji protested, not liking the inference.

Zoro smirked just a little and went ahead.

The cook was distracted for a moment but once that ass had vanished from view, he managed to get moving. The small wooden room was dark except for the light of the glimmering sunset, dying in the waves. Sanji noticed a small oil lamp and stooped to light it. The glass windows reflected the flame back a dozen times making the darker side of the room dance with tiny points of light.

Zoro was lounging on a window seat, hands behind his head and his feet on the cushions. His smile was cocky, confident and content. It was not like that when they had first started. Zoro had never spoken of it but it was pretty obvious he hadn’t been with many guys. That said, once he’d gotten over the more awkward parts of discovering what he liked, well… his level of fitness and energy was a little frightening at times.

Sanji drew his last deep breath of smoke. He held it briefly and then exhaled gently, putting the cigarette out before retuning his eyes to Zoro. The swordsman lounged back, every muscle rippling across his chest and stomach; dark skin, smooth lines, warm scent of steel and cinnamon. Sanji walked over to the other side of the room and let his eyes wander over Zoro’s bare chest. There were so many tiny lines of raised pink, the legacy of a lifetime of swords. Zoro put out one lazy hand and pulled the cook close so their eyes were level and blew the blond hair aside with a playful huff,

“Get a fucking haircut already.”

“You love it,” Sanji retorted, bumping Zoro’s nose gently with his own.

They kissed. Sanji’s hair fell between them tickling the cook’s nose. It was pretty long…

“You want to wrestle?” Zoro asked, his hands brushing up Sanji’s sides and settling on his waist.

“Wrestle?” Sanji blinked.

The hands tightened around Sanji’s waist and he was suddenly lifted up into the air. By sheer reflex, he twisted his legs around Zoro’s waist. The swordsman pivoted and went to throw the blond to the ground but Sanji’s legs gripped him firmly. Instead, the two of them toppled over.

“What are you doing?” Sanji shouted as Zoro grabbed his knee and rolled him over, holding his arms to stop him from breaking free.

“That all you got?” Zoro asked.

The cook scowled and twisted his hips, bringing his legs together like steel scissors. Zoro twisted under his grip and flipped back, just getting out of reach of Sanji’s spinning heel kick. He had used all his speed on that combination. The cook was officially pissed.

“Touchy,” Zoro said foolishly.

Sanji did not waste his breath on a reply. He feigned right and then swept left, one more zigzag and he was on Zoro’s open side. His knee came up sharply, breaking Zoro’s point of contact as he tried to strike out. Sanji turned, his inside kick knocking the swordsman’s hand wide and his outside kick destabilising his legs. Completing his turn Sanji knocked the swordsman to the ground. As Zoro fell through the air, he swung out one strong ape-arm and grabbed Sanji’s ankle, pulling him off-balance. In a flash of rage Sanji fell elbows first, landing pointedly on the swordsman who was, of all things, laughing.

Zoro pulled Sanji closer and he struggled for a second, their bodies twisting together, panting for breath and straining to get the advantage. Finally, mostly due to a well-placed arm bar, Sanji stopped kicking. Zoro’s warm breath huffed in his ear,

“You smell good,” he said, in a typical display of offbeat weirdness.

“What is up with you shitty-swordsman!?” Sanji asked.

“I like wrestling you. Very hot,”

“You’re such a…!!!” Sanji growled, “Let me up!”

Zoro pulled him even closer and peered into one clear blue eye, “You sure?” His dexterous fingers slid across Sanji’s shirt, their bodies pressing close.

“Sure,” Sanji said into the floor, which half his face was still pressed against.

Zoro rolled off him and stood up, offering a hand to the slightly crumpled cook.

Sanji slapped it away and stood up in a huff. “Next time I won’t go easy on you, moss head!”

“Promise?” Zoro chuckled.

Oh, you stupid moss-brained idiot.

“I want you to remember that you asked for this, shit head,” Sanji warned.

The cook kicked high, snapping twice as he whirled around. A hop-step and he switched his front foot with another dazzling head strike. Zoro ducked smoothly and wove around the blows; right, left, step back… Sanji lunged forward and closed the gap, jumping onto his hands to twist into a tornado of black dress shoes. Using his momentum to press his advantage, the blond pushed back onto his feet. He stepped lightly, dodging a vicious hook before finding his opening. He aimed for the swordsman’s ankles and struck hard, Zoro stepped away… just where Sanji wanted him. A well-placed foot, a palm to redirect the swordsman’s force… Zoro went flying. Sanji held his belt and twisted, controlling the fall and moving with Zoro as he rolled.

They landed with Sanji on top. Zoro wriggled just enough to feel the twinge of a tendon stretched to the point just before breaking.

“You’re not the only one who can do bars, baka,” Sanji rolled Zoro’s leg just enough to let the swordsman know he was in trouble. The cook could pop this hip right out of its socket if he wanted to. Zoro was not going to treat him like a pansy. He was a man and if Zoro wanted a relationship with a man then he would sure as hell get one.

“I’m going to get you…” Zoro grinned defiantly.

“You can’t move. What are you going to do?”

“You just wait and see…”

Sanji scoffed, he blustered for something to say and came up empty.

He twisted his body, sending one last twinge through Zoro’s hip as a reminder. Then he let the idiot go.

“Now it’s even,” the cook said belatedly.

Zoro stood up and stretched his perfect half-naked body. He flopped about loosening his muscles and stretched his neck as if he was limbering up for a race,

“Tie breaker?”

Sanji just blinked. Of all the crazy, grass-for-brains crap. First he wants to go on a date and now he wants to wrestle. He’s like a big vicious puppy that just wants to play.

“Alright. You’ve annoyed me. You’re so irritating and… random! You drag me up here and then roll me on the floor in my favourite shirt and you’re all… naked!”

“I’m over dressed, if anything,” Zoro countered.

“Shut up!”

“So…?” Zoro asked, his eye glinting.

“So, you sit down! Go and behave like a civilised human being!”

Zoro stood up and wandered back to the window, taking a seat. He put his hands behind his head and his feet up and lounged back again.

“Civilised human being…” he mused, “I might need a demonstration.”

“I’ll say,” Sanji muttered. He strode across the room and sat by the window, watching the very last streaks of day turn from pink to blue.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he said to Zoro, as the swordsman sat up beside him.

“I guess,” Zoro said. Sanji turned and found that he wasn’t looking at the view at all. The cook sighed in defeat and turned away from the last glorious rays of light.

“This is better…” Zoro smiled, moving closer. He had an amazing way of moving his dexterous hands that Sanji loved. The said hands were already popping open Sanji’s impossible-to-undo buttons. That annoyed him just a little bit.

“You’re really not paying attention, are you?” Sanji scolded, pulling Zoro’s hair back to force him to look the cook in the eye.

“Uhn…” Zoro confirmed, grinning as he got the last button and spread Sanji’s shirt open.

As the swordsman’s began to kiss his neck, Sanji sighed.

Oh well… It’s not really a surprise. This is still Zoro after all.

The delicate fingers gently stroked his hair, one thumb running over his ear.

It was better than wrestling, that’s for sure.

Stupid sexy Marimo.

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